The Wildflower

It could have been you Hiding behind the post Stretching out your arms Your tiny face upturned To the early morning sun Waving at me softly While swaying with the breeze It was only wishful thinking... But you look so much the same that I walked a little closer and nearly called your name A scent so very subtle Drifted through the air Reminding me of the last time I tied a ribbon in your hair I picked the wildflower for you But you’re much too far away Shall wilt before you see it This one I picked today Against the velvet petals You won’t get to press your face But together we will pick the one That grows up in its place I’ll save this in our special book Pressed between the pages And hide it in our secret place We’ve known about for ages The next time that you come again.... You’ll know right where to look!